"Fuck! Fuck! Ahh! Fuck!" she grunted, her tongue lolling from her mouth as she breathed hard, sweat shining on her skin. Her partner had her face-down on the ground, and with every impact of him drilling further into her tight cunt, she was pressed against it harder.

Miss Valentine's face was flush as she tried to push herself up, "I- I can't take it anymore~" she moaned.

"You want me to cum?" he asked, grinning.

"Ah! N-no!" she moaned, "I... I don't want you to!" she knew, after all, what would happen if he did. But her body was aching for it, for release. Even though she knew what would happen afterwards if she did let him, she was reaching her limits. "I... I wanna get filled up with your cum!" she admitted.

He obliged, and she squealed in delight as he finally poured his thick, hot, seed into her womb. Collapsing to the ground, she began to drag herself away. Now that she had been finally satisfied, her lust was no longer overwhelming her self-preservation instinct, "O-oh god." she said, her voice high with fear, "Oh god, Mr. 5, please, please don't, I know- I know what you said, and-" she glanced back at her partner's face, and saw him grinning. Her heart stopped for a moment, as she knew that grin. She and him had killed dozens of pirates, and those pirates all saw that grin as well. "No!" she scrambled to her feet, running for the side of the ship. She was a Devil-Fruit User herself, so she would obviously sink, but maybe if she could get enough water inside her, she could wash his cum out, or at least-

BOOM

-"ARRGGHG!" she screamed, unable to reach the railing in time. She fell to the ground, her breasts pressed to the wooden boards, as her nerves alight with pain, at least the ones above her waist.

She turned behind her, and let out a half-sob as she saw her legs on the floor, a good ten feet between them. The spot where her thigh met her once-toned buttocks was singed, and everything above it was simply gone, having been incinerated and blown apart by Mr. 5's cum.

Every part of his body could explode like a grenade thanks to him eating the Bomb-Bomb Fruit. It was, in fact, his signature move to blow people to pieces with nothing but a flicked booger.

A single drop of his cum inside her would have spelled her death, with the sheer amount he had filled her up with, it wasn't any surprise that her abdomen had been destroyed utterly. Her ass was non-existent, her womb less than ash. Each leg ended in a smoking stump, and her own stomach looked like the top of a fire-cracker after it had gone off.

"Ahhh!" she moaned, in pain, "Ah! Ha! H-help me!"

"I told you this was gonna happen, Miss Valentine." he said, shaking his head sadly, "It's really a shame."

"It hurts Mr. 5!"

"Well, I guess you shouldn't have been such a cock-hungry whore, hm?" he asked, "Hey, I have a proposition for you."

She couldn't respond, the pain she was in was too much.

"Cool, how about you open that pretty little whore mouth of yours, and I'll cum down your throat." he said, "The way I see it, the intensity of the explosion was too concentrated. Rather than destroy you, it just blew you apart, and cauterized what's left. You're not gonna bleed out like this. Your death will be slow, and hard."

She was sobbing, now, "So..."

"Yep! If I cum down your throat, I can blow your little blonde head off. No more pain. A nice, quick, death, rather than this one."

She looked disgusted, but she opened her mouth open as wide as she could, sticking out her tongue. He slipped his long cock inside, and began to fuck her throat. She choked on his length, and for a moment she wondered if he was trying to asphyxiate her rather than blow her head off, when he finally came a second time, spilling jizz across her throat, filling the inside of her mouth.

He pulled away, and looked at her rattled expression, cum dribbling from her open mouth and bubbling from her nose as she tried to breathe, her eyes dimming from pain and despair.

"Bye bye Valentine~"

In an instant, what was left of her torso was obliterated, killing her in an instant.

Mr. 5 shook his head, "Well, guess the bosses will have to assign me a new partner." he smiled, "Miss Mother's Day is kinda hot. I wonder if they'll promote her."

With a snap of his fingers, his crew gathered the charred bits of blonde, gathering them into pails, to be used as chum for fishing. It wouldn't do to make it a waste, after all.

"Ahn~" she moaned, clutching at her breast with her wing from where she was lying on the floor, looking up at Law. "S-So, you're finally betraying us?"

"I'm a pirate." he said simply, "It was your fault for trusting me to begin with."

"Well... before you kill me..." she murmured, "Can't we at least fuck?"

Law started, holding her beating heart in his hand, the twitch of his fingers squished the organ, and caused her to moan another pained gasp, but still, she did so in a seductive way, "Are you kidding?" he asked.

"C'mon." she said, "We both know that we've always wanted each other's bodies." she whispered, standing up, "I just want to feel you inside me, Law, before I die."

In truth, this was simply a last gambit. Her power of sapping body-heat subtly might be the last weapon she had left. If she could put him to sleep while they fucked, she could get her heart back, and perhaps escape this place alive. In which case, she would fuck Law until the moment he succumbed to the cold and died. No matter which of them won, it would be a fucking from which only one of them would walk away.

"..." he considered her, before smirking and pulling his jacket open, and shrugging off his pants. She breathed a little harder, and not just because of the near-heart attack she had just suffered. She really did lust after Law, in the end.

"Come here, boy, fuck me, and then kill me." she said seductively, moving closer, when, suddenly, Law did something she had not expected even in the slightest.

He sat down on a nearby, seat, turning it to face her, and then clasped her heart with both hands.

He brought it to his crotch, and she felt her heart skip a beat as Law's cock brushed against it.

"Y-you aren't." she said, nervously, smiling, "N-no one's that evil."

He looked into her eyes as he drove his cock into her heart, aiming for one of the valves. She began to squeal in pain, writing on the floor, as she felt, thanks to his power connecting her to her heart even now, as his huge cock intruded on it. She could feel the pressure under her breasts as Law began to slide his cockhead in and out of the valve, massaging her heart as it beat rapidly with her growing panic.

She tried to crawl forwards towards him, but her body just wouldn't listen. She tried turning to snow, but Law had, the bastard, sheathed his dick with armament haki, keeping her heart from transforming to a logia state. As he raped it, pushing more and more of his dick inside her most vital organ, she screamed bloody vengeance.

Law kept masturbating with it for a few more minutes, even as he stared at her sexy body, before cumming. She finally screamed out in agony as a final heart attack left her lying motionless on the ground.

Law laughed, before separating his cum from the heart with his power, and pushing it back into her body. He restarted it with a pulse of energy, and she writhed as she came back to life.

"W-what the hell?" she rasped, her breathing ragged from her death screams. "What did you do to me?"

"You're right. Our bodies are a good match for each other! It would be an utter waste to kill you." He smiled, "Of course, that's just our bodies. You're going to be loyal to Doflamingo til the day you die, aren't you?"

"J-just kill me." she moaned, "I'm not going to do anything for you!"

Reaching over, he grabbed her wing and began to drag her through the halls. "Time to fix that."

Stopping by one of the labs, he looked around, until he found one that was running tests on lab-rats. With a swish of his hand, her mind, and one of the animal's, switched.

"Chu?" Monet's body asked, looking confused. As Law tied a chain around the former woman's neck, he began to lead her away, to his ship where she would begin her new life as Law's sex-slave. For the rat, it's life had improved immensely, for Monet, trapped in a soon-to-be abandoned laboratory, she would soon starve to death in a rat's body, unable to say or do anything to prevent that.

The auction hall had been a mess, but at least he had gotten away with his new toy intact. The Mermaid whined and moaned inside the glass ball she was being carried in, but he paid her little mind. Soon, they would be back aboard his personal ship, and the fun would begin.

Already, he was thinking of all the ways he would play with her. It was so rare that such a beautiful mermaid was actually dumb enough to leave the safety of fishman island. He would be the talk of Mariejois, and other Nobles would come from all over to admire his addition to the collection. That meant for the first few months, he would have to play carefully with her so as not to make any blemishes- the branding of the Hoof of the Celestial Dragon notwithstanding, of course.

He would be gentle when he raped her, perhaps, he would do so in one of his private pools, rather than pulling her out and chaining her to the bed like he did for most of his wives. He would rape every one of her holes- but no so hard it would leave a mark. He found himself wondering what a mermaid's cunt would look like.

Once he had the chance to properly show her off, then it would come time for the real fun. He would test her limits, first, putting her in tanks with piranhas, to see which are faster, and then perhaps barracuda or a starving shark. He had heard, however, that Mermaids could control sea animals, in which case that wouldn't lead to anything.

He could try shocking the water to watch her dance, or making her perform tricks for him anytime she wanted food. He could gather male slaves and have them jerk off into her tank, and then make sure that was the only thing she could eat.

Then, when he was all done, she would join the proper collection. He would have her drawn from the tank, and then his chefs and taxidermists would go to work, as they had done for so many other beauties who weren't worthy to live for the purpose of bearing his children or pleasuring him, but rather to merely be looked upon. Already, he had a hall of stuffed and mounted women. Slaves, one and all, that he had bought for the sole purpose of adding to his collection.

He had a cat Mink woman, forever locked in a pose of pushing forward her breasts, her coat a preserved soft white. He had long-legged tribe women, who had been mounted spreading their beautiful slender legs wide for anyone who entered to properly admire their shapely buttocks, long thighs, and carefully preserved pussies. A giantess, who was the centerpiece of his room, currently, took up most of the space in his collection, she had been sitting in a knight's pose. He had a gallery built into the sides of the room so as to properly observe her body from every angle. Then, there was his pride and joy, the Kuja Collection, a hundred female pirates standing in humiliating poses. Technically, not all of them were real Kuja, but any time he happened across a female pirate, he would buy her, rape her for weeks, and then have her killed, stuffed, and mounted.

His mouth watered at the thought of someday doing that to Strawhat's sluts. Nami, and Nico Robin.

Ah, but the Mermaid, his hard-fought prize, she would hold a new position of honor. Perhaps he would open up a new wing for his collection, with the Mermaid as the centerpiece there? It was simply difficult to outshine the giantess' massive curvy corpse. Maybe he should begin collecting his own wives like that? He did keep photographs of all the one he had disposed of. Rather than simply freeing them back into the world when he was done with them, he should begin stuffing and mounting them as well when he grew bored?

Ah, and of course, there was always the post-mortem celebration for a new article being added to his collection. It was an utter waste, after all, to produce such succulent and rare meat and not enjoy it.

Normally, he ate it all himself. He preferred women on the slender side, after all, normally the only good eating was the breasts, the buttocks, and the thigh.

He wondered if the Mermaid, when her time came, would taste of woman, or of fish?

Well, he supposed it didn't matter, his chefs would make her delicious either way!

Oops. He had said all of that out loud, hadn't he? Based on the horrified expressions of the wives following behind him on their chains.

"Whatever, it isn't as if you have anything you can do about it." He wasn't nearly done with his own thoughts on the matter, however, when suddenly he felt something he hadn't felt in a long time.

Sudden pain. Looking to the side, wide-eyed, he saw the Mermaid holding a handle. A handle to a knife. One that was inside him. "W-When did you get a knife?"

One of his bodyguards said "Oops." coldly. It... it hadn't been an accident at all!

"Y-You traitors!" Charloss growled, "B-Bring me my responder snail!"

No one moved. The Mermaid pulled her knife out, and then stabbed him again. And again. "Aggh!"

One of his bodyguards moved forward, and pulled a device from his coat. A button that would control the bomb-collars the slaves were wearing. With a press, they all fell off, and the slaves began to flee. Charloss stared, uncomprehending, as his slaves fled from him. "S-Someone help!" he cried, "Help me! I'll make you rich, if you just help!"

But they were in the seedier part of the Archipelago. There was no one within ear-shot that was dumb enough to trust his false promise.

The bodyguard, sneering, reached over and took up one of the collars, before sliding it over Charloss' arm. He took a step back, and then clicked it. "Dragon says hello."